Touch me, i'm going to scream if you don't inside i know you got the feeling that you won't, oh i know it sounds confusing, but it makes a lot of sense throw a bone across the ocean, dig a hole under the fence
touch me, i'm going to scream if you don't inside i know we get the feeling that you won't i can tell by the way you smile, i'm smiling, too i see myself in you i can tell by the sounds you make when you are pleased you see yourself in me
touch me, i'm going to scream if you don't inside i know we got the feeling that you won't how many nights can a soul so full of life remain untouched? how can a soul make the most of what is cold and what is near?